Words seldom freeze. They do not come out, they do not reach, and they do not serve.
How can they explain, for example, that with today’s dawn death came looking for Andy?
Yes, Andy Duardo Martín, the journalist, Pepé, Gaby’s grandfather, Yerandy’s father, Arita’s husband, the teacher, the president of the Upec, the multi-awarded, the one from Radio Güines, Radio Mayabeque, our partner, our friend.
Some news seems to be a lie and I wish they were. Because how to understand? Who thinks that Andy died, if he had worked last night, if they saw him sitting in front of the television almost at dawn?
How quickly you can changes kingdom! How fleeting everything is! Who explains Death that it has to stop?
How do we learn to live without Andy? It is so hackneyed to say that his light remains in us, to quote Martí with his famous phrase.
But perhaps because of his life’s work, death seems like a bad joke, and Andy stays, like all good guys, forever.
